This is a song about "Wounds"

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Generates wounds instantly

Hey, must be the money

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast