This is a song about "This shit all in my blood"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

All this medication doesn't help shit,

My influence has been all the shit in the world

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Imagine you in my shoes, going through all of my shit

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And blood splattered all over my face.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

This punk reminds me of my toilet all he does is swill shit

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh