This is a song about "Let there blove"

It'll last for all these crazy days

There scars girl, don't let him mare your face

And let there families torture you endless,

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Always present, always there,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Im back at there house now there panicking

Your sandwich over there

They tryin to say that i don't care

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere