This is a song about "Blood money"

Getting to the money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Theres blood all over the ground

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I thought it'd get better but

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Not bad using that dope money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hustle for dis country money

They say nothings ever free

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,