This is a song about "Make out"

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

So now smoking your ass out will make my day

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Bars coming out fearless, i'll make you sick with this illness

Superfly, opposite of basic

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Functioning my beast regiment watch out there specialist hope i make it