This is a song about "Making it out"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I wanted the money and never the fame

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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