This is a song about "Blood and crips"

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And watch ya blood drip out

I don't know what you heard about

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And as the blood ran he felt elated

And blood splattered all over my face.

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase