This is a song about "Making moneyy"

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

About what they're not making

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Ever since then i had no job

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Corduroys, cam will shine

Making sure you breaks down

I drive that all around

She was always making sells

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Making harvest highly anticipated

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that