This is a song about "Bleeding kansas"

When the rest of her is tied up, endlessly bleeding

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And this will be the song that we sing

And somehow i was bleeding

They can’t even come around

Now there's a bleeding wound

Girl you not in kansas anymore - it's a twister

If ratting is college i bet you niggas is master splinter

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!