This is a song about "Being in the struggle"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Undoubtedly the latter is a struggle, the prior's worse,

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

Three in the air for the people who struggle

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle