This is a song about "Concentration in blood"

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Nobody touches his family or they get covered in blood

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,