This is a song about "Pain in love"

Time after time, again and again

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

I could see the pain in your eyes.

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Heavy in the game

I'd be in so much pain,

Now that's what you call a game

All this pain thats in me stored

All you need is your passport

Shots in my system just to numb the pain

I'll never call you bitch again

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

If pain is more abundant than love, then all we know is pain