This is a song about "Blood on my jeans"

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips