This is a song about "The truth hurts"

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

When they hear me rocking the groove

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Its cold as shit in this booth

Even if the girl crys and say her pussy hurts

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

King of louisina i been the truth

Against the statutes then salute while the world just hurts

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Duck duck, say goose

I'm just spilling the truth

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards