This is a song about "Making a sandwhich"

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Making a difference,

I was playing with guns

Making love to a professor of divinity

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Continue the trend, time well spent making this bitch a percent,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her