This is a song about "Making it"

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' 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.

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

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Making it happen, vegas on acid

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

In here it a different kinda ball play either that or making it rain all day

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse