This is a song about "Making i"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

And im making this song just so i can remind you

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Cos i am making baby steps to make this world less cold

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

I felted terrible, because all i did was making her feel worse.

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam