This is a song about "Making pasta"

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

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Making a difference,

Got a nigga seein things

A ghetto in the making.

But he don't rule a thing

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

While im in the making

Why not me the same thing

About what they're not making

Don't want to be the king

Sweet, okay makes sense

She was always making sells