This is a song about "Making i"

I confess to devilish scheme i posses to slay any mc i think im making

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Been making a new cd's, i hope it's getting your praise

Im making music by myself like i don't need a deal

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

I know i won't be making you happy if you hear this/

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I making money everywhere i go

And i made it with that dope flow