This is a song about "Making lovr"

She was always making sells

I made it myself

Well people are always making fables

She need now, she ain't never needed love

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Making harvest highly anticipated

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

And verbally swears the count in making

Don't want to be the king

While im in the making

Parking lot of the blue flame

All while i'm making a name

Let my angel sing

A ghetto in the making.