This is a song about "Bleed"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

It's a -- situation

If you bleed red then you're kin,

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

I'm everything that they call nice

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

If he disagreed he'd be beat by both his parents till his butt would bleed

And imma make these hoes bleed

I said i got my ass beat