This is a song about "How much she hurt me"

Mess around with me get hurt

Pulling down her skirt

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

That girl has been hurt too much, and i'm stopping it.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I wana know how much u really love me

And you ain't gotta go to war

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Puzzles me how she got so much, and made such a mess/

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Yes sir, please confess

How much i stabbed and press.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I know how bad i hurt you but it also made me cry

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly