This is a song about "Made it through the fire"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I get through it cause the matter descends

The man who made me follow things through.

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

I've made it in the building

There'd still be niggas out killing

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I have almost made it through,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

But bravo you made it, you lost the battle and made people believe that you got polio

But then it caught on fire

Took the van, went snatch her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer