This is a song about "Wound"

I drive that all around

Worked my way up, and here i wound

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

However you will be numb with a wound still i'm so hazy

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

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Back is hurting from the open wound

Come wit me you'll smoke around