This is a song about "You don t know my struggle"

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

No one seems to know my struggle or where i come from,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Didn't do a thing at all

You don;t thin anymore

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free