This is a song about "The struggle"

Now thats the fucking struggle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

The struggle of living in context is a giving

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

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

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

We original officially the most original

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,