This is a song about "Maker"

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

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

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

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

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

See, i like the person that you are

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker