This is a song about "Making lists"

Had i not been exposed to these things

3 homies chilling making classics

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Women at my pole

For making an asshole

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Making a difference,

Making sure you breaks down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

A ghetto in the making.

I do the right thing