This is a song about "Fucking misery"

After this battle i’ll put you out of your misery,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Can this be a depiction of misery?

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Everybody's pissed at me, that was all misery

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stare into my eyes and you will see,years of pain struggle and misery

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money