This is a song about "Spilling"

I'm just spilling the truth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I'm spilling out, my words are weapons, raining toxic liquid,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Then the world ain't no trick no more