This is a song about "Making it"

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I'm making albums, wonder what i'm dropping it for,

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I know its good n' all, but i never understood my call, just stood to crawl.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's