This is a song about "Successes and the struggle"

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

While you had to struggle ‘n kiss ass, and for what bitch?

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

And it seems that with help, i may make it through my struggle.

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Undoubtedly the latter is a struggle, the prior's worse,

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest