This is a song about "Living with pain"

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

But with only the pain in my head

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game