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

I'm the buster of rappers.

Let's enjoy our younger years

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Bypassing my actions to spill/ blood, splashing in thrills

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/