This is a song about "Dolls of pain"

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

I know the pain of failure lasts

Except she's got a little more ass

Gotta fight off all the snakes with memories of the pain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame