This is a song about "Torture"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And let there families torture you endless,

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

Torture him till his only remains was a carcass

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Demons torture me in my sleep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak