This is a song about "Bleed on a print"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

On my knees till they bleed, i'll lose both of my legs for you,

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Me and my peeps often meet

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Cause he tried to buy my soul but he forgot to read the print

Till i layed his ass out when he started to bleed

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

If you bleed red then you're kin,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice