This is a song about "Making love"

3 homies chilling making classics

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

They all see my life from a childish position

This insomnia, making my head spin

Why not me the same thing

A ghetto in the making.

I'm breathing for a purpose

No one’s making a fuss

She was always making sells

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I’m a star in the making

Flapjack, ooh he bring

The mess you've been making.

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

The time is waiting

While im in the making