This is a song about "Bloody sun"

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Poke out from behind her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Ima let her be by herself in peace

And in the sun im basking

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

I can see the sun falling

And picture me rollin

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women