This is a song about "Made it this far"

So i give your ass props if you made through this far,

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'd take it farther but i'll only take it this far, judge it

We be in the party like we own that bar

You never thought that hip hop would take it this far

I'm far from ecstasy, this song's depressing me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Though i've made it to this but why i still feel so...? - "word i'm forgetting..."

You've managed to keep your ears pealed and make it this far

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car