This is a song about "Making far in life"

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I'm still in touch with my dream even though it seems far

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Where the thing is amazing

A ghetto in the making.

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

In the game i've got far, cus intertwining rhymes is not hard

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

My life is in between the rhymes making a statement breaking free

Your eyes are amazing

While im in the making

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb