This is a song about "Drips"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

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