This is a song about "My bloods savages"

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

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Fantastic, ripping rap savages, pass it on, i have to sin,

And my songs when they reach they official

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise