This is a song about "Making up to"

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Making a how to be successful researches,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Making love to a professor of divinity

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

Making things hard to find

Pay my haters not too much mind

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Making him lose to a level one

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun