This is a song about "Pain and suffering"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

From working through rain and pain

From this pain and depression.

She all on my skin

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Thisheat and pain continues on deep inside

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I don't fear hell, suffering and burning, isn't much to be concerned with

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

Stop the suffering and discomfort and try to take reign,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again