This is a song about "Struggling to become a famous rapper"

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My tongue is a steel dagger / kneel to the real rapper

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Go on this sight for a daily basis. i hope one day enough to make me famous.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

And i'm just struggling to adjust

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

You is not hip then i can not coach her

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter