This is a song about "Spilled"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

I refuse to be another being on this earth

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Then blood gets spilled all over the pancake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate