This is a song about "Made"

Yet i forgot the promises i made

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I look back, mistakes were made

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Executive chair sitting decisions made

I dont know ever since jellyfishes were made?

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

A mind made of feces,

Now i'm living out my dreams

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son