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

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Now i'm trying to repent from it

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Trying to make my message click, dont try to fight this

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I only let her in 'cause she agreed to make it snow

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

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