This is a song about "Something from nothing"

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

But your golfing says different, your nothing short from cruddy,

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

That same dude you gave nothing, i made something doing

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

From the honey to money with nothing comforting left in sight

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I came from nothing, surrounded by cocaine and lusting,

Not something that should be coming from someone who befriends me,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money