This is a song about "Comfort"

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

From comfort to confront the struggle which i've never been lagging with actions

You're voice brings me comfort,

We left em a world that's cursed

It's time i broke the #comfort #o-#zone layer, teleport

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

He would comfort her, when she would wanna' go cry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why