This is a song about "Internal struggles"

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Using depictions of my internal infliction

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Fertile internal eternal fraternal

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I feel like through these struggles i really just deserve respect,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust