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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Trying to help the race, at a drastic pace, not make it poorer

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Hopin you can make it out, trying everyday

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Together all the timethought it was true love

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Hard to make it in music/

The master of this rap shit