This is a song about "Raining my blood"

Third ward general, young cash money

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

And blood splattered all over my face.

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

The blood is in my veins, killer mode into my brain

I'm activated by the moves your making

Because here it always seems to be raining,

As my blood level falls

Huh, a metaphor of course

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot