This is a song about "The struggles"

She should have invited her

In the heat of the summer,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Struggles making me feel frustrated

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track