This is a song about "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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

Every since then our whole city been horrible

The struggle of living in context is a giving

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

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.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Three in the air for the people who struggle