This is a song about "Money and blood"

With such an ugly picture in it and

You're our own flesh and blood/

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

And as the blood ran he felt elated

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Double mg, we millionaires

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

These chalance give me balance

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

It's not making sense to you right now but

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.