This is a song about "Make"

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Yeah this new town cannot make

Stored in his mind to make,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

And every new sacrifice that i make

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date