This is a song about "Pain and happiness"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

From working through rain and pain

Searching for fortune and fame

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

I taught about swallowing pills would be quick and lack the pain,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And levered your lives... with happiness!

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame