This is a song about "Makeing it"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

You leave it or you take it

With g's in my pocket

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

They said to get it i got it

Or let the mob handle that

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Ya love it gone admit it

I'm on my own shit

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Check it in, do it anyhow

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

And cry about it, well don't doubt it