This is a song about "Surviving"

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Surviving in the cold takes more than the heat of rage and hate,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

I haven't been living, surviving is appropriate to say

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay