This is a song about "Hurtin feelings"

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Into her vertice until i heard her scream your hurtin me/

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Thought we had the feelings

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'm so deeply sorry for hurting your feelings,

And i love your mind and ambition

Those feelings ain't neva fiction

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Before, music reflected my feelings,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now