This is a song about "Gotta fight everyday its the only way to the top"

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

The only time will fight

Working day or night

Gotta top the charts just to make myself last

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

On my way to the top with theory,

Summertime in the city

But yo i gotta get out there, the only way i know

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

I gotta keep on gunning rhymes, only way to bind the two