This is a song about "The fucken struggle im in"

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Its the struggle we got gotta

Lucky seven probably poppa

Why i'm fucken falling in each step i'm walking?

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble