This is a song about "The bloods"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,