This is a song about "Hurt life"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused

My talent should take me places i've never been

Hurt in the worst possible diction

Yeah you know i got that work

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

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

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

Girl, i put in that work