This is a song about "Struggle was real"

You know im right, carnage was the real man to me

Must be something you want me to see

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I took care of myself it was a struggle

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

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

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Since a kid all i did was dream real big