This is a song about "Spilled"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Then blood gets spilled all over the pancake

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years