This is a song about "Hurt love"

No matter what it fuckin hurt

Yeah you know i got that work

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

That we picked up at the last concert

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

Doctor why does feelin like an outcast hurt?

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt