This is a song about "The struggle and money"

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

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

Fuck the money and public opinion

Got hu women frostburg women

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Undoubtedly the latter is a struggle, the prior's worse,

Of finding myself as an individual

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

I'm on the block as usual

Now thats the fucking struggle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Three in the air for the people who struggle