This is a song about "Difficult"

And wonder why things are so difficult

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Is it really that difficult to apprehend?

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

Norman's at the pinnacle, and taking him down is difficult

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And wonder why things are so difficult

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,