This is a song about "A nigga tryin make it"

I haven't a clue what you were tryin' to do, but it wasn't to fuse music

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Our history that they stole, africa

Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga

Of finding myself as an individual

When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You are still kitsch, tryin' to make an ill hit,

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Turn a problem then make it a few

I don't wanna damage you

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Life's a trip my nigga make sure you lace your sneaks,