This is a song about "Getting in trouble a lot struggling n hussling"

You just a struggling writer that never sold

After every show, a dream she hold

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

No more struggling like a widow

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

A holy reverend, thats a lot of shit to take in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given