This is a song about "Just tring to make it around"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

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

I speak my mind it just seems like to make a difference is what i was assigned.

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I might just make it this game to where i am seen

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I've been around the globe just to be sent back home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Like a detective just to try and make sense of it

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

They forgot it, paid to cock it, just to fucking make their profit,

When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil