This is a song about "Bleed on a print"

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

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

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Gettin higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.