This is a song about "Strife"

Nobody knows my strife i never chose my life

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

They gave us life and even in the strife, man they raised us,

I'll evade the strife and will never take my life for granted...

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Forever mad that livin in strife is all i'll ever have

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Their life filled with strife trife, knife fights, and still,

Like a male version of lauryn hill