This is a song about "I made"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Yeah i made damien marley an orphan,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

I feel like im just made of lead

Yet i forgot the promises i made

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Damn. i guess i made the right decision.

And i made it and i napalm

Full of shit, like i ate that john