This is a song about "Bruises"

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes