This is a song about "King of pain"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

King of the va, off of those toxins.

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Your body's right as rain

Increase the level of pain,

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne