This is a song about "My blood"

With blood running fast down my arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

No it ain't easy

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Im starving for blood my friend

See money talk and these days

And blood splattered all over my face.