This is a song about "Suffering through sickness"

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Healing hip-hop's sickness, they call me penicillin/

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Suffering and pain is what keeps me awake at night

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

All i have is my suffering and pain