This is a song about "Feeling the pain"

Balling, but it’s not a game

I see your soul threw the window pain

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

It's not you, it's her heart feeling that pain.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

And the pain is what invites

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

I see the pain and loneliness