This is a song about "Blood for oil economy"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

I went in #for #the #kill and polluted the street, oil spill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Intervals polluting the economy/

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Black on black lock n load blood for blood