This is a song about "Trying to make it"

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

And their bloods trying make it work.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Subconcious trying to make a better man of me

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

People trying to make you fail

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

The only from my section trying to make the classics,