This is a song about "Make"

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Make like a tree and leave

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Make the mother fucker melt

Stored in his mind to make,

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

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

Guess what they got a choice to make