This is a song about "Far i ve come"

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Felling like lost, remembering my ma,fuck em those spirits,who say i can't live in far,

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I said we came way too far together

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I aint the best, hell im far from it, but this bitch sucks, he far bum it,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I look out into the world as far as eyes can see

I came to far there's no way i'm oppressed,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

So i give your ass props if you made through this far,

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car