This is a song about "Trains rain mom prisons and trucks"

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

From working through rain and pain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Through all the rain and the pain

Then lost my faith again

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain