This is a song about "Struggling"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

While your struggling to pay the bills and paying past debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Then i gotta say peace to you

Broke rappers struggling to get through

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Yalls struggling like a vampire allergic to blood but has a blood addiction

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

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

Who keeps you rhyming through the times full of struggling,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this