This is a song about "Being in a blood"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Blow up and being in a position

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was bathed in blood,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Blow up and being in a position

The world should turn as soon as my records spin