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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Get yours; you know what this about

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/