This is a song about "Hurt back"

Yeah you know i got that work

I feel like it's you i hurt

Dont want ya to get hurt

Pulling down her skirt

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

So i can bring him back and hurt him twice

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Red bottoms with the spike work

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Mess around with me get hurt

Hurt in the worst possible diction

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

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