This is a song about "Sores"

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I put these poems all in these songs

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores