This is a song about "Bleed"

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

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

African queen got what you need

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

I need money in a major way

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

And now that i’m getting money

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Listen to my lyrics till it makes your ears bleed,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed