This is a song about "Stomach hurting"

This is just an indication that we still working

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

I'm so deeply sorry for hurting your feelings,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Weak stomach, i need something

Knowing deep down shes hurting,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

On an empty stomach

Im happier when high and drunk

I just might throw a big amount

Back is hurting from the open wound

But keep others hurting

Don't want to be the king

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

And you sick to your stomach