This is a song about "All way making it its god"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Complicating the way it all was

For god is holding your hand through it all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I'll claim a way to fame and say its how it outta be

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

All my lyrics i wrote it its like a new god flow im ready to show it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Cant be assed making it better, im lazy that way lol i just put it out anyway for you guys

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missini'm askin, as if i'm qualified to analyze

I can't help it. its the way that i am like its the way that your not

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

And now i still keep it real, i’m making a way with this pain,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I'm making it rain with the twentys i'm up in blackhawk all day. tell jaybo don't