This is a song about "Making websites"

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Well people are always making fables

Or closed casket for our troubles

While im in the making

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Throwing you off making you drool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Just wait this is history in the making.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

So if it comes down, may the best man win

This insomnia, making my head spin

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Cos now i have websites to write on and not just a pad and pen