This is a song about "Making it to hollywood"

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,

No hook, fuck a hook

From hollywood to the hood

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Making love to a professor of divinity

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

For a property in hollywood hills

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

I used to want to be like michael jordan

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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