This is a song about "Strain"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Spit equators equate to strain ya neck head bobbing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

They're noisy they just strain me and my ego

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Im so twisted, its like i sustain a strain/

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne