This is a song about "Made it"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Imma celebrate when i made it

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Just screaming fuck it i made it

I have almost made it through,

Streets is calling you

We made it to perfection

Class is in session

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I made it when everbody doubted,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You thought you got it made

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

When you see my life you think that i've got it made

And judicial. which made it, so... official.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will