This is a song about "Bleeding out"

This is what i'm needing, stopped this eternal bleeding

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

My rhymes bleeding, so fast they get whiplash

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

When they hear me rocking the groove

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin