This is a song about "Blood gushing"

Written in blood on the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Gushing from your throat and your mouth

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Im starving for blood my friend

Niggas in the street scared

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

We can make more, make babies

With blood of a lesser tease

And watch ya blood drip out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Good kids make bad grown ups

86. blood from the blade cuts,