This is a song about "Making it in life"

And getting money is the song i sing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

That rappers never done in they life, i don't get it

Flapjack, ooh he bring

While im in the making

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Everybody put three fingers in the air

It taught me that not everything in life is fair.