This is a song about "Making it to hollywood"

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

You on my mind

Making things hard to find

When my competition ain't much

Making me something to munch

Making a how to be successful researches,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,