This is a song about "Making the entrance tomorrow"

Making the guys who belong silent

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Making sure that all the niggas see me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Why not me the same thing

While im in the making

If you're not really here

Making money was the ideal

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is making the perfect potion

Ten more depending on where wale going

I'll be back tomorrow, really think i'm right in the mind?

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find