This is a song about "Making love"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

While im in the making

Why not me the same thing

Making love to a professor of divinity

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

That photograph is fading

A ghetto in the making.

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

And even more alarming is the fact

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

And my only fear's a wedding ring

About what they're not making