This is a song about "Make"

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

All dem niggas gonna hate

There’s money to make

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick