This is a song about "Reaching"

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Get your paper, see you later

I'm reaching out, but i can't reach her

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

That's why im reaching out and telling im gone soon

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Having anger towards everyone reaching success so if got

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Reaching out to the needy//

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free