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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

It's to hot to be a guy that makes it all experiences we had painful

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I feel like i don't have much to say these days

Requires a day to get over her, i think she's a wizard

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Now i write this lines to help myself get over it