This is a song about "Bp oil spill"

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Sure i might be mentally ill, but my rhymes endlessly spill,

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

So pass the baby oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for