This is a song about "Going to make it"

It never stops it's eternal,its going to be hurtful,

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Fuck a destiny i'm going to try to make it myself

I'm hoping i confess

That make it hard to breath

See i let my nigga split that

Cause im working so hard to make it

So i murder it, this rap is going to be great

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Hard to make it in music/

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

I accept it willing im going to fuffill my quest,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed