This is a song about "Making out"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

They were going out i was making stacks

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And verbally swears the count in making

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

We will never die, we are forever alive

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/