This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Nigga i ain't never scared

Make the mother fucker melt

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And every new sacrifice that i make

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

If i die before i wake

Stored in his mind to make,