This is a song about "Drips"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

In a blink my pen drips a script of this shit and i ignite

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

So here i am at the store for some chips

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist