This is a song about "Blood in"

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Bullshit in my life been rough, but i got success in my blood

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck