This is a song about "Black people struggles"

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

To their backs and attract the black on black

Where the black girls get their weaves back