This is a song about "Making loe"

Women at my pole

For making an asshole

Throwing you off making you drool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Rawest practice and making

Sweet, okay makes sense

She was always making sells

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Well people are always making fables

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

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team