This is a song about "Sore"

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

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

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

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

But honestly hes right no need to cry and be sore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

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

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

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