This is a song about "Blood as oil economy"

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

As the blood leaked, i proceeded to cut off his penis.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

That's true as long as blood in my veins is always flowing blue

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

You ever made a grenade and watched blood as it spills?

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping