This is a song about "Pain and hurt"

I've got muslims calling on jesus

I see the pain and loneliness

In 2 to 6 hours

I hurt people worse and worse

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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