This is a song about "Killin drillin and spillin"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Prolly on water, they all on water

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm spillin' millions of illnesses and i ain't no hypochondriac

For setting up traps

Dexxter killin killin tracks

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Killin everybody in my sight, turn him black and white

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Me and zylo always be killin this shit

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.