This is a song about "Struggle to getting bitches"

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

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

From comfort to confront the struggle which i've never been lagging with actions

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

But for long time i had gone cold

These wack bitches getting old