This is a song about "Difficult"

And wonder why things are so difficult

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Hazy sounds make it difficult to concentrate

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

And wonder why things are so difficult

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

I've learned how to earn, it wasn't difficult to discern

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

Even when difficult, in a world cynical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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