This is a song about "Make it double"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Loves whatever you make it

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

I put the nigga in his casket

Or i’m never gonna make it.

But my dad didnt make it

See i let my nigga split that

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Cuz if the sun stays this bright then i'ma have to double blind it.

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Call it double time runnin circles round ya dead last

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Make it showy like vaudeville