This is a song about "Made"

Let em marinate, you forever late

Cant even complain cuz you not bitch made

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Take back all the mistakes i made

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Executive chair sitting decisions made

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I just made a trinity

You thought you got it made

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I dont know ever since jellyfishes were made?

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate