This is a song about "Hurt and pain"

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

See you was there every year when i needed you

My pain & my hurt you never go through

I hurt people worse and worse

Now you got a masters

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Eat some tira and show my girth/ tira's my bitch and this is my hurt/

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

But sometimes they hit a window and it'll hurt.

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort