This is a song about "Clot"

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Just searching for the perfect shot

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

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

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Pity-not, hippyty-hop will never clot,