This is a song about "Struggle and pain"

And it seems that with help, i may make it through my struggle.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Through all the rain and the pain

From this pain and depression.

Catch you up on places i've been

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

To this silly game and now all i feel is pain.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain

I wanted the money and never the fame