This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

She's cute but her forehead's big

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

And every new sacrifice that i make

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Guess what they got a choice to make

If i die before i wake

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Be thankfull for every breath you make