This is a song about "Making my way"

Making me think my life aint shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Making my thought process sporadic

You don't mean that, you faggot

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Mess making, now my eyes can finally rest,

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Commanding things to be my way