This is a song about "Spilled"

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Then blood gets spilled all over the pancake

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Penncounting pennys over tha years

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters