This is a song about "We made"

Like every single wish we ever made

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Other, we love each other. but you now made me disappointed, and now.

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

Cant even complain cuz you not bitch made

Play this shit while you contemplate

Decisions are to be made

If i die before i wake

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Canada is where we made it from

We made love with all sorts of passion

What up girl, tell me how you been

Well baby bot there ain't no question

We made it to perfection

I look back, mistakes were made

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid