This is a song about "Tore"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Fuck with me you'll be forced to watch as i tore you into squat,

Singing my life with his words

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I wont even have one injury, tore the others up with my artillery,

Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

Ill sock you and leave you to'(tore) up,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

The more wealth the more tore felt.

Never ever pay rent

I tore my family apart, sin by sin. in my head it happens limb for limb.

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