This is a song about "Making it out"

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

Stop making out right now, your acting like chow

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

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

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

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice