This is a song about "Wound"

Everytime you come around

Flub it when whores wound down

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Back is hurting from the open wound

Worked my way up, and here i wound

Weed up, better make a sound

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

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Now there's a bleeding wound

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint