This is a song about "Startingrap genertor from the bottom"

I know you're mad, but so what

....from the bottom came up...

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

Uh, i writing started from the bottom now my pen like lightning

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Then the next we brush rock bottom

And i am one of one

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

I came up from the bottom and i made it, you ain't even know it,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

B least yow had freedom at the bottom