This is a song about "Torture"

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Focused on the task at hand to save my love from this torture