This is a song about "Comfort"

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

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

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I want to fight the music on this one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,

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