This is a song about "Yh we made it"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Imma celebrate when i made it

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Or closed casket for our troubles

My talent should take me places i've never been

We made love with all sorts of passion

Yh im a tenderfoot but got jackie potential-

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I gets money,aint it's funny how we made it!

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

I have almost made it through,

Don’t mean to disrespect you