This is a song about "Gain and pain"

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Gain the whole world and lose your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Sending our soldiers over seas to die and gain what they can't get for free

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Searching for fortune and fame

Who will feel me and my pain

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Nightmares ensue, and creepily pursue my mind, doused in pain,

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

And not a single feature except lil wayne

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain