This is a song about "Making it now"

Making it happen, vegas on acid

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

So now they making millions off of prisons

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

That's the window into the sky

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control