This is a song about "Love hurt money"

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

Too focused, one word

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Susceptible to all kinds of hurt

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Red bottoms with the spike work

Dont want ya to get hurt

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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness