This is a song about "I regret the pain and all the words i say"

Like i already got the beat, all i need is the words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I forget it all when i choke the words from you!

I got all the right words but wrong clues

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

I came to say that took the old pain away through the night,