This is a song about "The struggle in the hood"

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Its the struggle we got gotta

I don't live in the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good