This is a song about "Sores"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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