This is a song about "Struggling"

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I’m struggling to make it while these other rappers breeze through

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Tell them niggas we coming

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

You just a struggling writer that never sold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

To get more attention for the struggling theme

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself