This is a song about "Child of pain"

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

I'll created thunder on your rain, increase the level of pain,

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain