This is a song about "Going to make"

Fuck a destiny i'm going to try to make it myself

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

Nobody ain't own us yet

Im going to get some head

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I was born to do the damn thing

And we try to keep going

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Going to extreme measures

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Screams and pleads only seem to make you keep on going/

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring