This is a song about "Blood money"

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Music is money, money isn't music

I don't really give a fuck

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

These joints here not found at the mall

Blood fallin like a water fall

What them tippers don't see

Hustle for dis country money

Theres blood all over the ground

I drive that all around

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free