This is a song about "Trying to make money"

Im trying to make myself known

Gotta handle your own

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

All trying to make it in the number one spot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,