This is a song about "Not giving up"

Not giving you my best shot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

I'm not battling i'm giving u a chit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Taking and not giving, like i'm the green haired villain

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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