This is a song about "Day of blood"

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

The truth of my blood line is unknown

I woulda done anything for my own

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Because at the end of the day,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/