This is a song about "Making it big"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Its hard to make it big then what niggas is making it

So i guess me making it makes you a bit queasy nigga take it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

Making it happen, vegas on acid

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit