This is a song about "Blood and bone"

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Let's enjoy our younger years

"money and blood don't mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

And blood splattered all over my face.

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

And blood splattered all over my face.

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Blood stainin black and white tops

Sb nike's, with the grey box