This is a song about "Niggas hurting"

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

I said i'm hurting her

Then the stars don't even matter

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

What's the appeal? to you hurting people i care and love?/

My immaturity that was hurting me inadvertently

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurting you

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes