This is a song about "Hiphop in my blood"

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

You become the pain in my head, like the blood that i dribble

Until they coughing up blood then i dip my finger in it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

And bijies like im out and

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

The blood over my back weighed a ton, so i decided to burn in the sun

And than woke up and theres blood right in at my feet

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

That's true as long as blood in my veins is always flowing blue

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you