This is a song about "I got the bad blood"

Cause i pour blood and tears into the lyrics that i write

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Man i got a bad bitch maybe ill wife her

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

After the blood, the sweat, the tears, i dedicate this right here

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Got a bad taste from this hate-based race i hope they got their necks braced