This is a song about "You carry the pain around"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

"nothing stays the same unless you want the pain

Smoke away the pain and drive around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

You still watch wwe, well here comes the pain,

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

While you thinking that at the top i haven't been around

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,