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

The pain of knowing you fucked up, but you may never change

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

You want the pain move from the past to the

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Now that's what you call a game

The worst kind of pain is when you smile

Got me quite open for a while

Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks