This is a song about "The lonely struggle"

Its the struggle we got gotta

Lucky seven probably poppa

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If your not with me, the world seems so lonely

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

I can smell it when i go outside