This is a song about "The struggle"

As i light one for ill will

Troubled with a struggle

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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Three in the air for the people who struggle

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

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The struggle of living in context is a giving

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays