This is a song about "Bled"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Bled, an suddenly the thoughts run back in my head

Well shit... she bled, on the bed,

Like a church in debt

Your heart was false just like the words you said

No blood left in her it all been bled

Not knowing they got they groceries because i bled

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Back on that night i cut myself and i bled.