This is a song about "That still bleed"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still