This is a song about "Blood and cripts"

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

The shit that i spit is more

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Cause i pour blood and tears into the lyrics that i write

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and