This is a song about "Bruises"

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche