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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

These cracks in my life without you are making me forget how to be happy"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Grow it in my red house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done