This is a song about "Love hurt"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I hurt people worse and worse

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Red bottoms with the spike work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor