This is a song about "Slow torture"

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

My gold rollie tell time

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

And let there families torture you endless,

And you can do it slow

Scab, fix up look shop joe

That's a new flow

The day started out slow

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!