This is a song about "Nigga i made it"

It was my home by i made die

Why you call me back? don't lie

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I put the nigga in his casket

Imma celebrate when i made it

It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I have almost made it through,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

But once i make it i'm gonna say i made it