This is a song about "Oil spill"

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Man, i fuck up these waters just like oil spills.

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

This how i hear it different

So i don't spill my mix

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

I got rich from a little struggle

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill