This is a song about "Sustain"

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

With my mental sustain

Well rick james, maury jane

And the only peace my body can sustain, the tears i cannot refrain, her face seated

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Im so twisted, its like i sustain a strain/

But who am i kidding, i could not sustain

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I sustain my strut, whilst you fall down the drain, in the rain.