This is a song about "Sore"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Each time we had a cold sore

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

As soon as i walk in the door

Each time we had a cold sore

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Though she can hardly walk cos i had to make her sore