This is a song about "Sore"

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

And you ain't gotta go to war

Each time we had a cold sore

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Wake up in make up on the floor sore with a whore and sock hung on the bedroom door

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

I reel them in, goadomes on see