This is a song about "Struggling"

All my life i've been struggling with myself,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

No more struggling like a widow

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

And while i'm stuck here struggling i should make your ass a paraplegic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick