This is a song about "Blood on my jeans"

With a little bit of passion

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

That made china sick ,mad over the out come blood on my shoe

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Plottin' don’t even worry

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Im starving for blood my friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand