This is a song about "Misery"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Of my mind as it ties thoughts of misery

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Auxiliary bringing misery/

I know we have history, and i agree it is a misery,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Killer, pshyco, i know, im puttin you in to your misery,

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Everybody's pissed at me, that was all misery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Spittin rap causing violence haunting those with misery