This is a song about "Living with pain"

So we're awake at late hours with no pain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

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

So please stay i never been good with goodbyes, i want pain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs