This is a song about "Making it out"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

My closet: macy's men's department

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live