This is a song about "The stuggle"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

As the king upon the throne

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Got tired of running from the police

As the tao converted the thief

And any connotation is viewed many ways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave