This is a song about "Money and blood"

Look it something they can't ever see

Take my bus and bust down money

I gotta little clout

And watch ya blood drip out

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Come get some, you little bum

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

I don’t really mess with the feds, i’m a militant

Vengeance and blood thirstiness is hard to resist.

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.