This is a song about "In pain"

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I had no idea you were in so much pain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Shots in my system just to numb the pain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I could see the pain in your eyes.

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

You fucking bitch wha ya say man yo in to explain pain

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again