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

And that might come off surprising but i swear it's the truth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

That's why i'm tearing 'em, and carrying the message of truth,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

Bugz, kadafi, and slim, you’ve gotta spit the truth,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice