This is a song about "Making it out"

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

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

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

Fuck it! i'll be signing people and be making them mine,

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route