This is a song about "Bleed"

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Want me to pound your fucking ass till you bleed

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet