This is a song about "Torture"

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Torture him till his only remains was a carcass

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

From the torture of others, they feed it/

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Demons torture me in my sleep