This is a song about "Making milliong"

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I told myself that i would play it cool

Throwing you off making you drool

Sweet, okay makes sense

She was always making sells

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Wood chain with a jesus

No one’s making a fuss

We pray while we prey on competition

This insomnia, making my head spin