This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

They say them colors must be fake

There’s money to make

She self made, i'm self made

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

So is dr. j and moses malone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And every new sacrifice that i make