This is a song about "Bleed"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

If you bleed red then you're kin,

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

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

Mary's empty eyes, they bleed as she's dragged down into hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//