This is a song about "I made it how"

Made me think i wanna end it quick because this is how it was

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

I guess that's how it is,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

But i never knew how that made me lesser than sluts and mutts,

Young money motherfucker we the shit

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

Didnt clue it, i knew it, i was made the schools laughter,

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Y'all would be so confused as to how we made it up,

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club