This is a song about "Life s struggles"

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

You based your life off of 50's shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

This message is for those in struggles, it's not twisted,

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Try to jack and i will attack

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'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

N d struggles already lost at battle gate/