This is a song about "Spilled"

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Then blood gets spilled all over the pancake

I don't mind if you niggas hate