This is a song about "Sore"

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

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

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is 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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Why you sore huh? you go and just diss a dozen kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

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