This is a song about "Being broke rising to the top"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And ill just climb up to the top

O. trice always rep his block

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face