This is a song about "Pain and hurt"

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

All i have is my suffering and pain

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

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

30 chains on, bet the light work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Let all of the pain and hurt

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

See the world through the hurt and pain in the distraught