This is a song about "Pirates and blood"

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cause i pour blood and tears into the lyrics that i write

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Vengeance and blood thirstiness is hard to resist.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

And as the blood ran he felt elated

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick