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

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

About disaster in the world and

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Yo these words i kill, when the heart's emotions spill,

The truth of my blood line is unknown

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Never lookin for a handout

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse