This is a song about "Making i"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

I making money everywhere i go

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

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

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold