This is a song about "Love making"

The mess you've been making.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

3 homies chilling making classics

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Making harvest highly anticipated

I'm doing the same thing

While im in the making

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again