This is a song about "Making a comback"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

Still sharp as a knife and now i'm making mad,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

I went to school with the white boys

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

All while i'm making a name

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

A ghetto in the making.

Flapjack, ooh he bring