This is a song about "Blood for oil economy"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

So pass the baby oil

My rapping made you soil

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Intervals polluting the economy/

On they twitter writing novels, see

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

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

And the economy reduced my quality

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Thirsty for the blood of rappers, i've tolerated/