This is a song about "Difficult"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Hazy sounds make it difficult to concentrate

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

And wonder why things are so difficult

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

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

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

Well that was me then, now i'm an adult

And wonder why things are so difficult

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Is it really that difficult to apprehend?

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic