This is a song about "Blood on pants"

Cause after all the lights and screams

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

I came up hungry

Blood on the cross set me free

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Written in blood on the wall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Dc, man over money