This is a song about "Struggle and dying"

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

As i light one for ill will

Troubled with a struggle

Inside it feels like im dying

Bun b, i’m underground king

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

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

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways