This is a song about "Blood and hatred"

And blood splattered all over my face.

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

So here i am at the store for some chips

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I be giving work to the kids

"money and blood don't mix

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And as the blood ran he felt elated