This is a song about "The struggle and drigs"

Three in the air for the people who struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle