This is a song about "Blood of monkey"

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Almost lost my life to the industry

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

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