This is a song about "My bloods savages"

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

"contemplate", i wrote about her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages