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

Now i'm trying to repent from it

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

There is nothing in the world to do to make it fresher

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Hopin you can make it out, trying everyday

Now i'm back, but caught in this paper chase trying to make some cash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass