This is a song about "Making the way up"

Cuz gun play, might end ya up by the run way

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

Making up new flows on the go

Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere tv-land along the way?

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

It's fucking dangerous the way i pick the razors up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I'm making it rain with the twentys i'm up in blackhawk all day. tell jaybo don't

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I’m a star in the making