This is a song about "Making love"

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

In my drawsring, ring, ring

About what they're not making

I’m a star in the making

I got them saying

I better get my gown

Making sure you breaks down

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine