This is a song about "Bleeding out"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

When the rest of her is tied up, endlessly bleeding

And is it worth bleeding?

I do the right thing

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

Seeing that your blood vessels are no longer bleeding

Take a tusk to the gut "help this niggas bleeding out!"

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

No wonder why when times get hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art