This is a song about "Wound"

Worked my way up, and here i wound

Cause everytime yall come around

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

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

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Before we see it's hard to live

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Now there's a bleeding wound

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Flub it when whores wound down

Going round, dunn clown