This is a song about "Trying to make a laugh out of it"

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Subconcious trying to make a better man of me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

Cars? got to whip it out

Trying to get out and around

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

I gotta get out of here, i gotta make it quick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.