This is a song about "Hurt life"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

But don't get mad quacking as if you're hurt

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

You're uncool like my mother kin

Hurt in the worst possible diction

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Accured/ like she liked to watch me hurt/

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

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

So tell me why are we at war

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

It's torture, life ain't kosher, dubbed the best but my toes hurt