This is a song about "Butt hurt andrew"

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

30 chains on, bet the light work

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

Gotta work - slight work

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

No matter what it fuckin hurt

The concept is so absurd

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I'll kick you in your motherfuckin' butt nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Wirting till my finger tips hurt