This is a song about "Concentration in blood"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The blood in his veins made him stick to a blue tat

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Nobody touches his family or they get covered in blood

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/