This is a song about "I wanna make it out goid"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

Yet im stillll underated but i wanna make it

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I keep trying to figure it out why you don't wanna be with me

I just wanna make music,

I'mma let you hang chick

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

Functioning my beast regiment watch out there specialist hope i make it

But i got easy living; if i don't make it out, that's embarrassing

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

But don't wanna anger god so i make sure i don't disrespect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I deliberately wanna make you miserably