This is a song about "Social torture"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

As im subject to torture

Then your prolly on water

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Demons torture me in my sleep

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

See these lights got me on another level

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

No matter what the torture

My records sell, yes sir

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for