This is a song about "In pain"

Yo are a pain in the ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Fresh out the airport

All this pain thats in me stored

It's the same shame that hides in a broken window pain

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

I even put dick in dolls, but plastic caused me pain

I had no idea you were in so much pain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Till ur ankles and veins are shattered in pain