This is a song about "Child of pain"

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Ima pummel you here until you reach new levels of pain

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

It's like i'm running 'round wounded, so tired of pain

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Notice your veins / flow is potent with a dosage of pain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

When i was a child out of all my peers i was the one with no advantage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Gotta fight off all the snakes with memories of the pain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain