This is a song about "All my niggas struggle"

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

So the devil that drove in her got in control

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Don't we all struggle, work hard, don't we bleed red?