This is a song about "Blood money"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Love turns into pain

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Music is money, money isn't music

Theres blood all over the ground

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Hustle for dis country money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Not bad using that dope money

What them tippers don't see