This is a song about "The lonely struggle"

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

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

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Of finding myself as an individual