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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Whats really to say i dont know, im stuck in this life so ill make it gold

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Ill be gone soon, i promise that, i told god i have enough skills to make it in rap,

Is written in our souls, africa

But don't say i didn't warn ya

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And i hope you told him

This boa, what's your motivation

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I got the good shit men i already told ya