This is a song about "Niggas bleed"

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

As soon as you beg please, i'll stop and let you bleed,

Call the network dipset family ties

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Want me to pound your fucking ass till you bleed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Indubitably i'm too street

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

Through the years tryin to stack a little green