This is a song about "Ur mon"

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Had i not been exposed to these things

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Don't drop that thun thun

Cuz ur the only reason

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

From ur head n' ur mind,

The revolution has arrived

Baby, you know who you are

Luke im not ur father

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty