This is a song about "Guns kush bitches hoes club rhymes gangsta crip blood"

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

I like to call that a quick flip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

And getting money is the song i sing

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I used to be the most humble until

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill