This is a song about "Bleed"

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And it begins to phase him more each day

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

Then keep your change like an oink machine

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

As soon as you beg please, i'll stop and let you bleed,

And imma make these hoes bleed

Bitch i'm all you need

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies