This is a song about "Child of pain"

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Let all of the pain and hurt

Wrong drink, the right work

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

I know the pain of failure lasts

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game