This is a song about "Sores"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

The heat'll leave you pleadin and defeated with pains and sores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores