This is a song about "Rubbing off the pain"

Because i feed off all the pain that keeps you strained in your conscience

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

I see your soul threw the window pain

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

I turned into something they never became

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Instead i gritted my teeth through the pain,

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Heavy in the game

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Shots in my system just to numb the pain

This is the part where we run hip hop

All the pain may never stop

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick