This is a song about "Those bloody kids"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

Know it good when she go no hands

It's to all those kids who grew up with nothing, dry your tears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

This is love, nothing else close

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody