This is a song about "Blood dripping"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Sometimes i'm dripping, times are spending just asking

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

And she throws up whatever she eats

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Dripping from ur face cz u say that it sets slow

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Couple grand when i rock the night

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Blood of a man cum laude

Passion in life he has lost