This is a song about "Drips"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Spitting drips of fire like

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

You can hear it in my lyrics

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence