This is a song about "Hurt"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

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

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

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No matter what it fuckin hurt

They're tryin to say that i don't care

There's so much hurt up there

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Susceptible to all kinds of hurt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt