This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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