This is a song about "Blood for economy"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

There's not much at stake, hungry for blood, could eat a t-rex steak.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

And the economy reduced my quality

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Intervals polluting the economy/

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Im starving for blood my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest