This is a song about "Spill"

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

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

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I got rich from a little struggle

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

I used to be the most humble until

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

I tend to let everything just spill from my mind