This is a song about "Kicked out of school life in cells make it out and make it big"

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Cause they didn't even think a uniongangfee could make it out there

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

People only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,

They need a shovel just to make it out the door to get more of it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Keep me out of danger and make me love

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service