This is a song about "Blood for economy"

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/

That shit was wack as fuck

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Circulate the economy better than any can/