This is a song about "Nigga we made it"

Y'all would be so confused as to how we made it up,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

We was tryna get dat work right nigga say that we get it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

You thought you got it made

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

We finna smash you into the curb nigga

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

We made love with all sorts of passion

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Huh, a metaphor of course

My nigga made it, we just young, living the motherfucking dream.

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen