This is a song about "Hurtin feelings"

Those feelings ain't neva fiction

They gon' love me for my ambition

Out of this coviction of feelings

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Before, music reflected my feelings,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.