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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

The worst kind of pain is when you smile

Run for cover and return fire

If you from the streets i feel your pain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain

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

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page