This is a song about "Pain and hurt"

Nightmares ensue, and creepily pursue my mind, doused in pain,

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

You're uncool like my mother kin

From this pain and depression.

Eat some tira and show my girth/ tira's my bitch and this is my hurt/

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Man but this ain't no sign language

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

This a different motor man better go to work

But than i stuck it in and she said it hurt,

Sworn to serve till soul hurt, and his bones burst/

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

That we picked up at the last concert

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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