This is a song about "Blood on sneakers"

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Written in blood on the wall

Make sure to give them my all

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Coughing up blood and choking on ya huge pride

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I'd be good though cause i always got some #fly #sneakers on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

See him on the ground blood splattered

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks