This is a song about "Making moneu"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

No one’s making a fuss

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Timmy got his bike stole

For making an asshole

3 homies chilling making classics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Throwing you off making you drool

Well people are always making fables

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

And verbally swears the count in making

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Making harvest highly anticipated