This is a song about "Blood and plasma"

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

And blood splattered all over my face.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

And as the blood ran he felt elated

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Double mg, we millionaires

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts