This is a song about "Making a comback"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Cause this nigga done got jealous

No one’s making a fuss

Making a difference,

I shed so many tears