This is a song about "Finally making it"

I can finally rest and remember when i thought it actually meant

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Because i reached it finally

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it