This is a song about "Comeing up in the eighteen"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

Comin' up in the rap game gonna blow up soon

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Your up in the sky a shining star,

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

The bitches is everything in between

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

They think they bring that pain