This is a song about "Sore"

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

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

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

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

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Each time we had a cold sore

Not relying on the light no more

Something worth dying for

Each time we had a cold sore

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

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you