This is a song about "Never giving up"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

And never give up the fight

My uncle pulled me to the side

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Never giving up cos your my motivation

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But you giving up my resolution is music moving