This is a song about "Easing pain"

Rain washes away pain, pain from yesterday.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Grown men in this game

I'd be in so much pain,

All i have is my suffering and pain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I see your soul threw the window pain

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Heavy in the game

You'll own nothing but the pain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Tearing everyone's brain, costing everyone pain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I ain't interested in fame

There's nothing for me here but pain,