This is a song about "Struggle in the hood"

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

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

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

With so many others still stuck in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good