This is a song about "Spilling your guts"

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

These endorphins are spilling in to my brain

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Seeping out and spilling through

Yo who’s the one spilling ignorance,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

But she's not alonemiss independent

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

Shout out my nigga miles

Not on my level/shown guts

I hate your fucking guts.

Where you welcome to problems

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Bun b, i’m underground king