This is a song about "Blood"

Full up to fuck with blood,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I'm why baby mommas leave

34. blood running down my sleeve,

No brain batter, just blood splatter

Of impactful things one can ask for

Im starving for blood my friend

Niggas in the street scared

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Basically blood leaked from her head

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

What, what ... project shit what

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.