This is a song about "Torn a"

She going to borrow some money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Torn before the author and the molder

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces

Here i go again, searching for love