This is a song about "Blood and hatred"

See money talk and these days

And blood splattered all over my face.

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

You're our own flesh and blood/

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

And as the blood ran he felt elated

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust