This is a song about "Trying too hard"

Trying hard so desperately to try and go gain fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Im trying to hard and i could do with some corrections,

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But i'm just trying beat it too

I was twelve when the gunned you

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Knowing you trying to hard

So rest your weary heart

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint