This is a song about "A song about starting from nothing as rise to the top"

Lord shiva at the top as a dream fuck no its reality

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/