This is a song about "Make out"

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Make it funny, get out faster,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose