This is a song about "Blood as oil economy"

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

As my blood level falls

Shots, they back and forth

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

Flows tight as 'tifah's blood stream

Man this life is but a dream

I need a shoulder as i watch the blood seep

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep