This is a song about "Making it u"

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I went all out fool, u paced it

So u dont remember things? so u write it on ur face,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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

Odd future, i'm your mothafucking sergeant

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Told u then repeat it?

One night love: i'mma need that