This is a song about "All my niggas struggle"

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

I respect my niggas, they were there all da time.

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And it seems that with help, i may make it through my struggle.

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

You know this haze helps me struggle through my mind maze

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Okay i've changed my mind, struggle, just try and fight me