This is a song about "Drips"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Competition on the court

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword