This is a song about "Making the entrance tomorrow"

A ghetto in the making.

But he don't rule a thing

Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

I don't wanna wait for your second entrance

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I do the right thing

While im in the making

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

You light-years behind here

Making money was the ideal

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I preferred your previous entrance