This is a song about "Sores"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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