This is a song about "Bleed"

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

I'm everything that they call nice

Mary's empty eyes, they bleed as she's dragged down into hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Want me to pound your fucking ass till you bleed

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

I'm not gonna bleed you, for your idiocy,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy