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

And pray to pops that i make it

Razor grips, laser spit

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I told papa it as no use, i went over and layed beside your body

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

And my momma keep smoking that shit

And i say get the hell over it

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

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough