This is a song about "Maker"

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Chosen by the maker of sin. temptation is the bitch that got me in..

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Momma always said id end up a trouble maker

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for