This is a song about "Pain death hurt loss"

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

30 chains on, bet the light work

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Mess around with me get hurt

Wrong drink, the right work

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

It's a fools fatewithout your word

No matter what it fuckin hurt

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

Yeah you know i got that work