This is a song about "Sore"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Fuck a restroom, i'd do it but my dick's too sore

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore