This is a song about "Blood shooting out of cocks"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I must go like fly route

And watch ya blood drip out

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Blood leaking out like never before