This is a song about "Sore"

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Each time we had a cold sore

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal