This is a song about "Bloody bath"

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

And i know - there'll never be peace

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

And i got a little big, keep it low key

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,