This is a song about "Making a comback"

No one’s making a fuss

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Secret society all we ask is trust

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

We was high school peers, in junior high

Making love to a professor of divinity

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

Get in the mood on blacc friday