This is a song about "Makin it"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Im busy makin big bucks

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Makin' ma way steely without freakin' out,maintainin' always i don't bring it down.

We doin' independently, makin' fuckin' history,

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

And thats makin me sick

With two chicks, sadistic

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done