This is a song about "Sores"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

So i went down south but i ended up north