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

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

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

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