This is a song about "Hurt and pain"

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

My pain & my hurt you never go through

Eat some tira and show my girth/ tira's my bitch and this is my hurt/

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

But than i stuck it in and she said it hurt,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

It ain't where i been

From this pain and depression.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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