This is a song about "Hide the bruises"

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

I don't hide from a challenge, your the defender

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

So you better run and hide in the safest