This is a song about "Never thoight id still make it"

Summertime in the city

Still doesn’t make sense to me

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Still prime time. to make it i'll say it twice i won't mistake it and underestimate

And they still make me cry,

Don't ask me why

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I keep it on the low cause id be bigger than king kong

Or i’m never gonna make it.

That's when you know you doing shit

Id still be focus and always above the fuss

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

All i want is this rap shit id grab it n never mistake it.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Not against it or id be found dead like 2pac nation