This is a song about "Suffering"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You bullies want to split us down our bellies devouring our pain and suffering/

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

Cause suffering to all of the others

Penncounting pennys over tha years

They all see my life from a childish position

Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

All i have is my suffering and pain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane