This is a song about "Sores"

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north