This is a song about "Make you say"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you fakes//

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

The shit u say doesnt make sense

After lebron, i'm what's next

But i'm proud to make a stand ...to say

All up under the covers day