This is a song about "Spillin"

I'm spillin' millions of illnesses and i ain't no hypochondriac

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

And listen to the sound of your blood slowly spillin' on the floor,

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And i ain't frontin for her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row