This is a song about "Bruises"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Either way it's either a body or a couple of bruises

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf