This is a song about "The lonely struggle"

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.

The struggle of living in context is a giving

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

If your not with me, the world seems so lonely

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Its the struggle we got gotta

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

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

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Lonely hearted in the corner hearing voices in my head.