This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

And blood splattered all over my face.

It'll last for all these crazy days

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

We will never die, we are forever alive

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

And now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth