This is a song about "Making it out"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Its hard to make it big then what niggas is making it

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

Cant be assed making it better, im lazy that way lol i just put it out anyway for you guys

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missini'm askin, as if i'm qualified to analyze

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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