This is a song about "Spill the blood of rappers"

The truth of my blood line is unknown

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

And the word most important

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Thirsty for the blood of rappers, i've tolerated/

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill