This is a song about "Comfort"

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I can have some type of comfort when a genius really needs it

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,