This is a song about "Pushing up daises"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

But you gotta go on pushing until you and her can meet,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

This lady's pushing eighty, you're driving like a beginner

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

But the plan is to show you that i understand

But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Pushing carts from that nine to five just trying to stay alive