This is a song about "Pain and lies and cheats"

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

A population fed lies and tricked into debts

Who will feel me and my pain

I ain't interested in fame

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I see the pain and loneliness

And the pain is what invites

Cause girl i caught the vibes

I turned into something they never became

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix