This is a song about "Wounds"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Basketball is my favorite sport

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

I know the world been waiting for that