This is a song about "How much a pain in the ass my kids are"

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain

I was blindedcriminal minds of a young black brotha doin' timeso many brothas framed in this dirty game

I had no idea you were in so much pain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

You are just a pain in my ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Don't feel pain in a flame, don't feel shame in the rain