This is a song about "Pain and sorrow"

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

They say we living in troubled times

And the pain is what invites

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I wish i’ll never see you again

All i have is my suffering and pain

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

The pain i feel, the sorrow that's hitting me is deep in my bones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks