This is a song about "Blood cootchie"

Baby, let me give you a call

Written in blood on the wall

It's not making sense to you right now but

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

86. blood from the blade cuts,

I call it speaking tongues

Got tired of running from the police

With blood of a lesser tease

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Basically blood leaked from her head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Blood mutation in my formation