This is a song about "Wounds"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Not all scars show not all wounds heal they don't see a pain that a nigguh feel

You cant come to these altitudes, after that put rubbing alchol on your wounds

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.