This is a song about "Fuck the bloods"

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

As i seenobody cares about my history

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I just play my part make moves like chess

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Where the fuck the chorus

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation