This is a song about "Bleed"

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Got problems, what? i can't say

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

As soon as you beg please, i'll stop and let you bleed,

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Want me to pound your fucking ass till you bleed

Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street