This is a song about "Making it out the struggle"

Aren't you somethin', an original

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Three in the air for the people who struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Undoubtedly the latter is a struggle, the prior's worse,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

The mess you've been making.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold