This is a song about "Spill the blood of rappers"

I spill the blood through my pen and shoot it all down the lobby

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

The truth of my blood line is unknown

Put my number in your phone

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

As long as we're cooperating with god

I'm the buster of rappers.

The birds i knew flip birds

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Don't let the juice spill pac!

That moschino shit is so back