This is a song about "Friend going through difficult time making them smile"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Making them fucked up decisions

I just write that right by a mic stand

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Besides, i'm the one who's going to be making millions some day, not them.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

These crazy ass thoughts going through my brain

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Maybe everthing your going through

That means two, between me and you

Only time that i love to smile

Got me quite open for a while

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future but through whatever you see