This is a song about "Difficult"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And wonder why things are so difficult

Difficult syllables not usually found typical

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

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

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Is it really that difficult to apprehend?

Difficult circumstances i was raised, i walk funny,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then