This is a song about "Struggles and money"

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Take my bus and bust down money

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Get money like trump and rappas alike

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Riding around without a fuck given

With plenty of money and women