This is a song about "My money should be red cos making it is in my blood"

That's true as long as blood in my veins is always flowing blue

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Until they coughing up blood then i dip my finger in it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Should this be my last breath i'm blessed cause it was purposeful

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking