This is a song about "Bloody killers"

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family