This is a song about "Hate for blood"

Duct taped her cause i'd hate for her to escape/

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My hunger for blood got your body looking battered

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

It's shady and that's sketchy, hate for leaders here will never die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck