This is a song about "Being in a blood"

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

That being this lazy in love is most certainly a crime

It's like being stuck in a maze and i can't get out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

We pray while we prey on competition

Blow up and being in a position

The blood over my back weighed a ton, so i decided to burn in the sun

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often