This is a song about "Dolls of pain"

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

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

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

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Wrong drink, the right work

Let all of the pain and hurt

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

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

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain