This is a song about "Zoe blood"

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

Some niggas ain't got no luck

As my blood level falls

Huh, a metaphor of course

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Now i'm kept untamed, blood pour out leave a blood stain

Theres blood all over the ground

Then get out your seat and jump around

I ain't interested in fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

The jiggas and the tips

"money and blood don't mix