This is a song about "Spill"

Showtime for mad spill bar lines, i ain't wastin' no time.

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Gotta drop lock that man spill

For real, a nigga ill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

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

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

So i don't spill my mix

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

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

Pour it all up and i watch it spill slow

Now i'm laying out at the delano though