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

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

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

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Lets get fucked up to the bone

The truth of my blood line is unknown

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

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

Leave the ill, get the strong when i watch yah blood spill

I went in #for #the #kill and polluted the street, oil spill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will