This is a song about "They told me i wouldnt make it"

And my grip told me it was lonely

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

They told me just to ditch it

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Nobody can make me quit what i love, even if they did

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I know they pay me too much of attention

I made a call, they told me to check myself in

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Ill be gone soon, i promise that, i told god i have enough skills to make it in rap,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that