This is a song about "Bruises"

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

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

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love