This is a song about "Blood on my jeans"

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

That made china sick ,mad over the out come blood on my shoe

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

If you ain't about money

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit