This is a song about "Makin it"

Uhno it dont phase us we supposed to be makin dollaz but the dxm dun got to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

She was wet off the bat

Makin money back to back

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I dream of makin green/

Makin me scream profanity

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Makin' a killin' with this

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Got a sign on my dick

And thats makin me sick