This is a song about "Making it now"

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

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

Stop making out right now, your acting like chow

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Mess making, now my eyes can finally rest,

So now they making millions off of prisons

Look this the joint that could get me the spins