This is a song about "The struggle and money"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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

And my niggas all the same

Even with the money and the fame

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Three in the air for the people who struggle

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful