This is a song about "All eyeze on me"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

All thats on me, now go the fuck away and maybe pay, some of your time

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

The spotlights on me, how is it all going down?

With all that shit on me you could never go wrong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

And all those who look down on me i'm tearing down your balcony

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Don't try to push me hun.. all i need is pussy...so ride my gun like a bitch on heat/

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine