This is a song about "Getting bloody"

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Girl bloody and bloody period

So it leaves me to wonder

Thoughts of bloody murder.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Keep my back right side stay bloody flagged up, to geeked up,