This is a song about "Does it hurt"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

You get it? no one ever does.

Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Doctor why does feelin like an outcast hurt?

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

But my hearts colder i just hide it like a killer does

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

How does it make you feel that they’ve passed away? c’mon just

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Hoping the tommorow is better, but does it really matter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Fucking throwed, does it show

Then take it down slow