This is a song about "In pain"

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

But with only the pain in my head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Mic slip (whoop) put one in you're gut for pain

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

I'd be in so much pain,

I can make it rain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain