This is a song about "Making it big"

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

I can always go home and look down my street

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that