This is a song about "Spout"

Mastersplinter flowing king about to spout

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

These words spout you have a creativity drought

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think