This is a song about "Hurt"

That we picked up at the last concert

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

In hope to sever the curse and end all the hurt

Yeah you know i got that work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

I feel like it's you i hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt