This is a song about "Im gonna make it"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

"jc, you ain't gonna make it! go back to your fucking hood!"

I'm only gonna make it if i pray

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I'm prepared so i know i'm gonna make it

Oh she’s gonna make it.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I know i'm gonna make it a living hell for the next one

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

And im not gonna do it with anyone but you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce