This is a song about "Fill"

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

For real, a nigga ill

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I've only started there's so many caskets to fill