This is a song about "Trying to make it"

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Streets are tough, are you trying to make peace with us?

Trying to make money so my family could eat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Now i'm trying to repent from it

You're very attractive, and notice that

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Subconcious trying to make a better man of me

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

All trying to make it in the number one spot

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.