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

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

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

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

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Ones love and truth, the others hate and greed

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Who will free us from the chains of poverty