This is a song about "Blood for economy"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

When when the economy of america breaks

My hunger for blood got your body looking battered

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money