This is a song about "Fumbling the bag"

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

Niggas dying like its nothing

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame