This is a song about "Does it hurt"

Fucking throwed, does it show

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

''aww does it still hurt?! here haha!'' die! everyone!

The master of this rap shit

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

This a different motor man better go to work

I can't even write a chorus cause repeating it would hurt

When they showed up at your door at christmas

You get it? no one ever does.

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds