This is a song about "That still bleed"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

But i turned that around that why i'm still here

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

You know that love is a very serious thing

And that child support still isnt paid yet

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet