This is a song about "Veins"

Not with cash with the blood that's from your veins

I like my girls skinny with brains

Yo it's lu, and the rap shit is flowin' through his veins,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Bloodshot veins, youve gone insane.

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

And our strains as our veins begin to pop out

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And mama's drinkin' bottles, puttin' needles up inside her veins,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I'm showing you, it's flowing through my veins, it's miracles still,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins