This is a song about "Bloody birthdays agra"

This is love, nothing else close

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Keep my back right side stay bloody flagged up, to geeked up,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Aint no marrying this game, bloody murder is the name

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody