This is a song about "We made it"

There'd still be niggas out killing

I've made it in the building

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

It ain't where i been

We made it to perfection

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Like every single wish we ever made

We made love with all sorts of passion

What up girl, tell me how you been

Diploma ill smiling like momma we made it. i swear to god im so hot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

You thought you got it made

Who’s iller, i’ll wait