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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

There's much more to life than just the poverty

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Ones love and truth, the others hate and greed

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Sit back and ingest the truth//