This is a song about "Wound"

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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

My rapping is like an avalanche

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

Back is hurting from the open wound

I'mma catch you next time around

Flub it when whores wound down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round