This is a song about "Living with chronic pain"

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Aroma all around me chronic

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

But with only the pain in my head

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Enough pain already to sleep with

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain