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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

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

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

The world is so typical

Now thats the fucking struggle

I’m a star in the making

The time is waiting