This is a song about "Spill"

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,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Yo these words i kill, when the heart's emotions spill,

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

I tend to let everything just spill from my mind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

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

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I got two whole tears in a bucket

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