This is a song about "Making a stand"

Making love to a professor of divinity

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Could stand up like a man oh

This is all my flow

Fuck that job been around that block

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

Still the man with the pan

Could stand up like a man)