This is a song about "I really is my dawg"

Look at me dawg, i keep on attendin' on my crack stunts//

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

I really wish i had my gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Chorus: i really miss you girl, this is my struggle.

Is it my fault that in every bar you can find passion?fuck stuck amok? damn dawg you suck

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

I really don't expect much, all i want is a little respect/

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Cause she is the real one who really cleared up my mind