This is a song about "Bruises"

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

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

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love