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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Gotta fight off all the snakes with memories of the pain

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

I know the pain of failure lasts

How the fuck you wipe your ass

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

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine