This is a song about "The struggl"

As the king upon the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

The more battles the better the flows

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes