This is a song about "I want to make it"

I think i want to leave, but it is a bit early

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Believe me i want to achieve it all by being me

I'mma sign that work and release that

And pray to pops that i make it

I don't want to think of it tonight.

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

Not to shit on you

I want to make the world new

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Secret society all we ask is trust

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,