This is a song about "Making it"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

That's the claim i'm making, change a statement, i can't back it up,

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

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

And now i still keep it real, i’m making a way with this pain,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I'm making albums, wonder what i'm dropping it for,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Throwing money up and making it rain/