This is a song about "Making the most out of anything"

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

I overdosed.sure i boast,wrecking the simplicity of most.

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Making dollar bills out of music

I just say anything that comes out of my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute