This is a song about "Making it in life"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

A ghetto in the making.

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

This is only rubbing it in, so please take my life away

While im in the making

Let my angel sing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

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

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

Just wait this is history in the making.

You know that love is a very serious thing