This is a song about "Bloods"

And their bloods trying make it work.

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Gang banging with bloods and crips

I only got four minutes

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs