This is a song about "Making it out"

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I'm missing out on making everybody scream "whoa!"

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

If you ever feel alone and

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit