This is a song about "Bleed on a print"

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

Ill make you bleed so much you'll need a tampon

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

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

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

Have no souls indeed

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

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