This is a song about "Pain and sorrow"

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

And leaving the game is basically pain inflicting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

From this pain and depression.

Go where you ain't been

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

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

I see the pain and loneliness

On the slow jam of love