This is a song about "Niggas bleed"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I'm not gonna bleed you, for your idiocy,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Leaves the best of you emcees as peasants and fleas, you're destined to bleed

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Mary's empty eyes, they bleed as she's dragged down into hell