This is a song about "Make"

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

There’s money to make

I'm dreaming to be great

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Guess what they got a choice to make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Make like a tree and leave

Inferior, but i'm nice