This is a song about "Climb"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Trying to climb up inside,

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

At ladder of fame and you the last to climb

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Wake back up in the morgue and climb down from the shelf

Hop in and let me test drive

I leave 'em tryna climb grapevines

Check the ladder that i climb

Doctor said i was fine

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

But trust me up the ladder i'll climb

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul