This is a song about "Bruise"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

You beef with me i'll leave you toothless d, i'll bruise you up

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

"look at her i'ma bruise her clit" thats just dimi's wit

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Punctured your lyrics with mine and left you a bruise

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

U know i prolly marked a nigga up like bruise while u all relaxed chilling

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

As long as we're cooperating with god

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Just keep in mind you bitches gonna lose, bruise,