This is a song about "Gain and pain"

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

You ever heard the saying no pain no gain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Through all the rain and the pain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I see the pain and loneliness

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Money and power is what i wanna gain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

And the pain is what invites

When i get my hands on nines