This is a song about "Spill"

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

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

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

I'm ciroc without puffy, that's comedy that not funny. i'm a kill and thrill, spill

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

But she's not alonemiss independent

Man i'm so ill let me spill this real shit/

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

While scheming on hits

So i don't spill my mix