This is a song about "I made"

I just made a trinity

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They say nothings ever free

I made your moms ass rosy

Imma celebrate when i made it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Take back all the mistakes i made

They like talking, its like gossip

I made all this shit up

Rats get mouse trapped

I made a song at camp