This is a song about "Working money haters love beautiful cars drugs selling weed drinking liquar starting from the bottom"

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I guess that i'll just start from the bottom

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Started from the bottom, too the top

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Pussy, money weed is the current policy