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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Westside/ flow like im from bedstide/ make a nigga tremble

All wale talking is ambition

It leaves a nigga thinking for a week in.

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck