This is a song about "In the blood"

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

While i'm making history

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Just know that i'm always

See the blood to your knees

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Theres blood all over the ground

The blood is in my veins, killer mode into my brain

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nobody touches his family or they get covered in blood