This is a song about "Anal blood"

Money i make em buck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Blood mutation in my formation

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

While scheming on hits

"money and blood don't mix

Basically blood leaked from her head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

You just tryin' to run game