This is a song about "The six paths of pain"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

But the pain of what happened i could never fully kill.

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I know the pain of failure lasts

Explains the lives of six lost

Tell me anything you want

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Let all of the pain and hurt

That we picked up at the last concert