This is a song about "Make"

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Stored in his mind to make,

All dem niggas gonna hate

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Make the mother fucker melt

Carol city or was it the west

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

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make