This is a song about "Surviving in the struggle"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

2014 summer coldest, im the last surviving thats still potent/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Aren't you somethin', an original

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Every since then our whole city been horrible