This is a song about "We made it"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the motherfucking dream.

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Imma keep going, til obviously i've made it

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I want to focus on the memories we made

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Canada is where we made it from

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

"like shakie made it yea"

For a perfect mother’s day