This is a song about "Words you say hurt"

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

There is a huge loud noise distracting me to say my words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

I ain't trynna be forward

I feel like it's you i hurt