This is a song about "Coming up from the poor life to the rich life and making aotta money and fucking girls"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

And i'm coming and i'm killing to make your life depart

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Me from all the trials and tribulations coming my way the devil tried to tempt me

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Im the best thats up and coming,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain