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

People trying to make you fail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Wrote a movie, i'm trying to flip it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

And their bloods trying make it work.

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

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.

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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