This is a song about "Rubble"

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

But now, all that's left are memories, ashes and rubble.

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Hope was merging through the rubble

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

They buried him beneath the rubble, he's at peace... or so they think,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

She was your soldier here on earth , you know down in the rubble.

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Of finding myself as an individual

Frontal into a jugful of rubble.