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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,