This is a song about "I want painful days to get over"

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I could rhyme for days and months welcome to chapters which page you want,

Just put your hand on the glass

And you just want to get to class

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Dont want ya to get hurt

Chasing them checks, nike work

All those that want to get with me,

Bitch, i might make you my baby