This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

When the club gets played

Stored in his mind to make,

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

New york, va, dc, get paid

Make like a tree and leave

And all my childhood memories

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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