This is a song about "Blood for economy"

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Circulate the economy better than any can/

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

To get them niggas while they laid back

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

Nigga i ain't never scared

Im starving for blood my friend

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus