This is a song about "Hurtin feelings"

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurtin' you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

So here i am at the store for some chips

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Words cannot describe my feelings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Thought we had the feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six