This is a song about "Social torture"

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

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

No matter what the torture

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Demons torture me in my sleep

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep