This is a song about "Struggles"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Struggles making me feel frustrated

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I feel like through these struggles i really just deserve respect,

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

This message is for those in struggles, it's not twisted,