This is a song about "Make"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

If i die before i wake

There’s money to make

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas