This is a song about "The struggl"

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

The bigger the the fun

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!