This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

I'll have your ass by sunday,

All up under the covers day

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

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

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,