This is a song about "People trying to make you fail"

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

They say follow your dreams, but expect you to fail

Might fail, still always trying,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

If you fail to do that, you'll be fire spat at.

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king