This is a song about "The government and the struggle"

Now thats the fucking struggle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And when the government gets me youll remember my fall

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Without them, the government would definitely be inadequate.

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

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

Fucking welfare, there cheating the government

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust