This is a song about "On blood"

Bait baby, wait baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Wanna fuck em all

Written in blood on the wall

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Blood on the ground was all i could remember

You know that love is a very serious thing

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,