This is a song about "I ll making"

I was making birdies while you made pars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I feel great i feel even stronger, its making me harder,

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

They were going out i was making stacks

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks