This is a song about "Trying to make it and struggles"

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

I'm lying or a kidding, i'm already high and i'm trying to get it

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Seems they'll race and knock it, i guess what i'm trying to say,

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Trying to make my message click, dont try to fight this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Just to corrupt it, and make it nefarious

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I'm why baby fathers kirk

And their bloods trying make it work.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice