This is a song about "Making it now"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Living out of a homeless shit

Making it happen, vegas on acid

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

So now they making millions off of prisons

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese