This is a song about "Made"

Wheat was made into bread, barley was made into beer, flax was made

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Take back all the mistakes i made

All dem niggas gonna hate

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

Don’t mean to disrespect you

I have almost made it through,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Cause there'll never be peace

A mind made of feces,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I dont know ever since jellyfishes were made?