This is a song about "Struggling with life"

No more struggling like a widow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

If you keep struggling, i might start juggling with your life,

Broke rappers struggling to get through

You good man, we don't want you

I'm blessed with sunlight caressed by night life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And i'm just struggling to adjust

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose