This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

"money and blood don't mix

Went out and had a church of kids

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Then put it into sex drive

You're our own flesh and blood/

She said i'm ready to fuck

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

And there's little to be glad for

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds