This is a song about "Struggles as black people"

Momma said i should reconsider law school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Stop the melodic gossip that i'm as black as onyx.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

We as a people decide if shady's as bad as they say he is

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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