This is a song about "Blisters"

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I could have you raped, beaten and covered in blisters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Even if that means writing for so long you get blisters