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

It makes me mad to where i want to beat the person who did this to you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Gotta top the charts just to make myself last

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

I want it too go back to the way it was before,

Just searching for the perfect shot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,