This is a song about "Making moneu"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Well people are always making fables

I don't want no fucking crown

Making sure you breaks down

Bun b, i’m underground king

The mess you've been making.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Making harvest highly anticipated

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

About what they're not making

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Making my thought process sporadic