This is a song about "That still bleed"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

I need a backyard full court size

Hopein that hyou will still live

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

When i was starving now it's payback