This is a song about "All the way up the ladder"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

You haphazard backstabbers climbing the rap ladder,

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I'll climb to the top of this god damn ladder

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

At ladder of fame and you the last to climb

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

I’m tryna be low key

All the way do to my knee

Bitch, they call it motor city

All the way do to my knee

Climb our way up out the basement/

And bijies like im out and

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold