This is a song about "Spilling the blood of the innocents"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm just spilling the truth

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

You know i am not gon stop

Know i just call it head phone

The truth of my blood line is unknown

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

And listen to the sound of your blood slowly spillin' on the floor,