This is a song about "Stuggling all the way to welth"

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

So they taught me to spray

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Stfu i'm still good all the way to 4 we go

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

Then from the front all the way back to the back of the back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

All the way to day 1, blank canvas