This is a song about "Blood feud"

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Feud its me damn it that shoved the cock in your bitch so tell me i ain't

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Ice melts into rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And now it’s not just a feud, they wanna win the battle,

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

I know you're mad, but so what

Full up to fuck with blood,