This is a song about "I m make it to the top one day"

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

One after the other one, then i make another one

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

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

To the top, it's exciting, but i might drop, gotta make the perfect timing,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Yeah hey maybe one day you will make it to the big stage doing what you

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

I know i'm gonna make it a living hell for the next one

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Until the day i reach the top