This is a song about "Making it happen"

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Brother you've got to make it happen

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

But i can make it happen

Making it happen, vegas on acid

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Brother you've got to make it happen

So when we see it happen it again its like

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

That's just how it always seems to happen these days

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Oh, so it ain't gone happen like that

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back