This is a song about "Bleeding for you"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

I aint even done shit, and i guess she's already bleeding

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

After the show girls beg for trife to please em leave em bleeding

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

Light skinned women, all sex everything

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

When the rest of her is tied up, endlessly bleeding

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Seeing all these down town men they be bleeding

Now this is what i call an evening