This is a song about "Bleed on a print"

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

I promise to keep it honest

Till i layed his ass out when he started to bleed

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

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

I'mma treat you like my whip

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My punch lines make you bleed internally,