This is a song about "Trying to make it in atl"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.

Trying to maintain in this war

The shit that i spit is more

Hopin you can make it out, trying everyday

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Now i'm trying to repent from it

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I'm in a battle trying to do it both.

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Rack, rack city shit

Hard to make it in music/