This is a song about "Bled"

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

No blood left in her it all been bled

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Yet god #bless them, if #he'll 'front his bled bones

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

Yet god bless them, if he'll 'front his bled bones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans