This is a song about "High blood"

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Theres blood all over the ground

You make a nigga sing songs nice

With blood of a lesser tease

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

So much to say a scrabble game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Full up to fuck with blood,

But you know what

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"money and blood don't mix

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,