This is a song about "Spout"

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

There must be another route, way out

Mastersplinter flowing king about to spout

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

Now i'm too tired to spout or beseech to these needs

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

These words spout you have a creativity drought

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground