This is a song about "Finally making it"

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Ghost is finally here feel it running through my body as i start shaking speaking

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Wanna fuck em all

Finally it hits night fall

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Mess making, now my eyes can finally rest,

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

Throwing money up and making it rain/

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game