This is a song about "Blood on my shirt"

And i like my girls with ambition

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Before a nigga finish put in the work

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Stand up misses i love your ambition