This is a song about "Buckets of blood"

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

I could never fuck with spilling their blood into buckets,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Baby heading down a cloud

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!