This is a song about "Passing"

That's the window into the sky

Even passing out that eminem guy

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium

She prayed on me passing that bar

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

I'm just passing and going, there's no stopping me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city