This is a song about "Bruises"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Here i go again, searching for love

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

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

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

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