This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

I'm dreaming to be great

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

There’s money to make

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Make like a tree and leave