This is a song about "Prospering over the years"

I have developed over the years, i'm still unprepared.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Thought the paul walker disses were over

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

It's new years, cheers, bump up the music

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

A trillion years later still controllin the way your simple thoughts flow

But this real, fuck how you feel

Been locked up eight years on the real

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

For the first 12 years of my life

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Percentage of the homeless, don't decrease over the years