This is a song about "Arguments and making up"

I've become immune to you no name haters

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Making them fucked up decisions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Every step i take, i end up making a new assumption

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

I'm doing the same thing

Rawest practice and making

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair