This is a song about "Boy in pain"

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

It's the same shame that hides in a broken window pain

Baby got that super bass

Yo are a pain in the ass

Now that's what you call a game

Cause the streets leave you in pain

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.