This is a song about "These struggles of life"

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

I got a trife life of these strife fights and bright lights, and you ain't even know it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

In the prime of my life

We hustle to survive

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Given this fiction vision n' mission of life,

N d struggles already lost at battle gate/

I let her decorate the real estate

Sky high, iced out paradise

In the devoid of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Thats the story of ya life