This is a song about "Making out"

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I’m a star in the making

Let my angel sing

Money ain't a thing

While im in the making

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

A ghetto in the making.

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason