This is a song about "Trynna succeed"

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wants you around trynna to get

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Rising from the bottom to the best, ssc all we need to succeed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

To live through harmony and love that's all they wanted to succeed

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I'm trynna be the best and i'm trynna get big,

These niggas out here trynna bathe me on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Wants you around trynna to get

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red