This is a song about "Make dosh"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

All you niggas die

And they still make me cry,

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Did my rap make you mad?

That moschino shit is so back

Stored in his mind to make,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Flyer than the rest of them

Gonna make you suck your thumb