This is a song about "Livin life struggling money a substance strive success cuz greed and sex i want more"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Of a lucid life we could be livin'.

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And while i'm stuck here struggling i should make your ass a paraplegic

You told me god was the answer

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

Mmg and that's my clique

And all i know is greed,

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,

I know what i livin for this life is not a fight.

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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