This is a song about "Difficult times"

I wish i could have 25 wives

Relive all the good times

And wonder why things are so difficult

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It's difficult to fight someone, who has his own destiny

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Must become difficult to stand in position whilst they

Paper planes, long flights

The world seems strange at times

Even though it's difficult, we say the same thangs rhyming,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

I remember dates, times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives