This is a song about "Pain of love"

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Increase the level of pain,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

I'm talking about lain that insane in the brain piece of pain

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

I know the pain of failure lasts