This is a song about "War and pain"

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

I see the pain and loneliness

And the pain is what invites

When i get my hands on nines

War between poorness and richness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Blow trees like a hurricane

From working through rain and pain

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

Now that's what you call a game

Through all the rain and the pain