This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Rollin' down the four o five

"money and blood don't mix

When you spill out hits

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The you should look up in the stars

Blood stainin black and white tops

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

You're our own flesh and blood/

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck