This is a song about "Crop blood"

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

"money and blood don't mix

Now i'm kept untamed, blood pour out leave a blood stain

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

With such an ugly picture in it and

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Cuz you know that i'm growing the best crop

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Full up to fuck with blood,

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Shout out my nigga miles

If you ever feel alone and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood