This is a song about "Making it now"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Still sharp as a knife and now i'm making mad,

I just wanna be higher than that

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I'm omnipotent, it's making sense now that i've implemented/

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Now i'm making insicions in your dick skin with a pair of scissors

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers