This is a song about "Tits feels like rain"

Kinda feels like déjà vu

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

Inside it feels like im dying

Don't want to be the king

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b