This is a song about "Some on being hurt"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,

Eat some tira and show my girth/ tira's my bitch and this is my hurt/

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work

Come on have some respect

Ever since my daddy left

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

I don't want to hurt your feelings so i'm being gentle,

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son