This is a song about "Clot"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Pity-not, hippyty-hop will never clot,

I drank pop and i smoke weed, my veins clot, and you ain't even know it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

I gotta know if it's real or not

His flows a knot, his songs rot, a blood clot,

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Been running around trying find a job

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,