This is a song about "Torture"

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

It's torture, life ain't kosher, dubbed the best but my toes hurt

Cos you fags think you can torture me again well then

And it rules everything around them

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/

But unfortunetly the world decided to torture me cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned