This is a song about "Those bloody kids"

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And those kids just about, belted out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

This is for those kids who feel no love, let their arm slash,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes