This is a song about "Making bands"

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

3 homies chilling making classics

While im in the making

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And verbally swears the count in making

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And getting money is the song i sing

Just wait this is history in the making.

A ghetto in the making.

Your eyes are amazing

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Bands will make her dance so baby go