This is a song about "Blood on my jeans"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

Im starving for blood my friend

Never ever pay rent

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Catch you up on places i've been

Blood mutation in my formation

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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