This is a song about "Torture"

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

As im subject to torture

The only time i flirt with her

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

My hands pulled apart from each other and feeling pleasantly numb as masochistic torture

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

Torture to look in the mirror hating what you see

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

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