This is a song about "Making mon"

About what they're not making

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Blew money like six crips

Making a difference,

All while i'm making a name

They think they bring that pain

Would look at us all the time

Making my brain hard to rhyme

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

You can disown him or stone him

Is making the perfect potion

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.