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

Around my way, i'm cut throat

On top of that, i’m broke

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

Top notch to the top, i'm rated

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Working my way to the top

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy