This is a song about "Raining my blood"

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

With blood running fast down my arms

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

I know they pay me too much of attention

Huh, a metaphor of course

As my blood level falls

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

And now that i’m getting money

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

This is like riding through the city