This is a song about "The struggle in life"

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

That's my in the life south.

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

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The struggle of living in context is a giving

In the prime of my life

I need a backyard full court size

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half