This is a song about "I made it how"

It was my home by i made die

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

Now let's make this

I guess that's how it is,

But once i make it i'm gonna say i made it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

It was his mom i made cry

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

I haunt but you forgot , i made it, so play it, then convey how i slay it

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

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy