This is a song about "Finnish how u can make it to the top and never stop racing to the finnish line"

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

She wanted to fight at first

How to claim the top of the world

Gladly i chose to rhyme/and closed the line

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Cuz the next line is about to make a transition.

At the top/. make it drop,/

Pawning my chain in the shop