This is a song about "Difficult"

And wonder why things are so difficult

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

And wonder why things are so difficult

Even when difficult, in a world cynical

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

It's difficult to let it go, i'm startin' to loose my hair cause i stay worry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree