This is a song about "Crip for life blood drainer"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

On they car note to go to the club

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

She looks for money , i look for life

I'm everything that they call nice

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood