This is a song about "Make"

We both had dreams of being great

But when we scrap you gon make

Low income no bills getting paid

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

No key for release

Make like a tree and leave

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Life has put her to the test

Make the mother fucker melt