This is a song about "The pain of losing a dad"

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Im the shit you feel after losing a competition.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Increase the level of pain,

Balling, but it’s not a game

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible