This is a song about "Made it from the und"

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Made it out my city like chance the rapper and living

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I made the beat then murdered it that's why i'm on trial,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Cause ain't nobody made it from the northwest before

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

See, the chains are made from the fire that solely warms me up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Who cant see they can do it both, they made the most

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit