This is a song about "Sill"

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

Checked like a game of chess i killed the bitch next is the king

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

Let it rain let it drop,hit a slob in his lip then watch his favorite color drip

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

You just a struggling writer that never sold