This is a song about "Growing up making money my boy bpatt and duschene my fam"

A nightmare, i'm right there like a siamese

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

U stole my money bread and dough

At this love thing toe to toe

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Take my bus and bust down money

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

U took all my money and ran away...

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I said i don’t give a fuck

Making bitches fall on my way up