This is a song about "Blood sweat and tears"

Money i make em buck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I got rap in my veins, blood in my eyes, tears down my cheek

Woke up in a cold sweat and told the girl we had to break up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"money and blood don't mix

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

And got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.