This is a song about "I make it and say i told ya"

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

They say i mislead, misguide and then i get told off

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I'm just hopin' and prayin' that i can make it suit ya

But don't say i didn't warn ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And pray to pops that i make it

She crazy, that stalker shit

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems