This is a song about "Wound"

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Back is hurting from the open wound

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

I found that words can be used as weapons with which i could wound,

But i apologize for not walking you around

Weed up, better make a sound

Now there's a bleeding wound

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised