This is a song about "Day of blood"

This some food for thought

Blood of a man cum laude

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

With blood of a lesser tease

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks