This is a song about "His pain"

I see your soul threw the window pain

Now that's what you call a game

Well rick james, maury jane

You will consequently feel the pain

I live my life in tha fast lane

From working through rain and pain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Searching for fortune and fame

Inflicting god stopping pain/

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I'll never call you bitch again

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Rain washes away pain, pain from yesterday.

Can we understand that pain,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain