This is a song about "Struggling alone"

Much fun growin up all alone.

We just want you back at home

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm struggling to brake free and make a break for it quickly

To get more attention for the struggling theme

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

A struggling writer, who's can't be shit as a rhymer/

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

And i'm just struggling to adjust

With such an ugly picture in it and

You just a struggling writer that never sold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

No more struggling like a widow

Hit the club she drop it low