This is a song about "Making it snappy"

And now i still keep it real, i’m making a way with this pain,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

That's the claim i'm making, change a statement, i can't back it up,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I know its good n' all, but i never understood my call, just stood to crawl.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,