This is a song about "Blood money"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hustle for dis country money

Uh ha, you know what

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Not bad using that dope money

Look it something they can't ever see

To legitimize the prize money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

"money and blood don't mix

The youngest of my mother kids

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Getting to the money