This is a song about "Making mon"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

You know what i'm saying

While im in the making

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Just wait this is history in the making.

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

The game and making new sounds

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

So you finally got the nerve

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

Making this your anthem

And when it's said and done