This is a song about "Money and the struggle"

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Even with the money and the fame

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

They say that karats help your vision

Fuck the money and public opinion

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual