This is a song about "Making it out"

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Strumming my pain with his fingers

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

The next day you is everybody target

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Stop making out right now, your acting like chow

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now