This is a song about "Blood on sneakers"

I just wanna be higher than that

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

Blood on the ground was all i could remember

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

I make songs about shit for attention

Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat

I can always go home and look down my street