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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Cops won't look in the streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

Its the struggle we got gotta

Got a killer flow from the llama

Of finding myself as an individual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats