This is a song about "Pain of peace"

It's like i'm running 'round wounded, so tired of pain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

No its fucking peace of mind!

As: they will be so surprised

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Livin out the rest of our lives in peace

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Everything just gathers, couldn’t get a peace of mind

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Turn it up a little more