This is a song about "Making sales"

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

And verbally swears the count in making

And this will be the song that we sing

That's the sound of my tool

Throwing you off making you drool

See, i'm second to no one

Making this your anthem

Flapjack, ooh he bring

While im in the making

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Just wait this is history in the making.

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making