This is a song about "I ll making"

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

They were going out i was making stacks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Third ward general, young cash money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies