This is a song about "Blood cootchie"

You're our own flesh and blood/

So i ain't giving a fuck

I gotta little clout

And watch ya blood drip out

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Or closed casket for our troubles

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Blood mutation in my formation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

"money and blood don't mix

I only got four minutes