This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Blood stainin black and white tops

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

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

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

You're our own flesh and blood/

She was the queen of the club

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

I’ve never seen my neighbors