This is a song about "Struggles poverty and the truth"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Breeds from the poverty,

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes