This is a song about "Sores"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

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