This is a song about "Made about what you make in one year that unfair"

Yeah hey maybe one day you will make it to the big stage doing what you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

What am i talking about you knew fore i was born, that jodi's families

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Contemplate about life and what the fuck i'm made of,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

What's that gap in your flap that made you a handicap

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

You made me play that roulette

Like a church in debt

Will somebody please show me how

Look what you made me do now

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Could make you smile even when your about to burst down in tears.