This is a song about "Day of blood"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

That's when i realized that a puddle of blood fucking flowed

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

And at the end of the day,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

No one knows what to say

Because at the end of the day,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,