This is a song about "Sores"

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

I put these poems all in these songs