This is a song about "Get out the struggle kane"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Undoubtedly the latter is a struggle, the prior's worse,

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Need to get the fuck out of here.

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

Got a killer flow from the llama

Its the struggle we got gotta

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,