This is a song about "Makin it"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Makin me scream profanity

For makin the game slow,

And she gives them a blow

Rappin every word in my vocabulary whis is so imaginary cause i'm makin it true

I was flooded through the fucking swimming pool now that i am washed up to shore i am killing you

Makin' a killin' with this

Watch me fuck all these bitches

I compliment you with your conversation

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I dream of makin green/

Hatin like they got bad manors, can't contain, makin it rain hammers straight bringin the pain

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game