This is a song about "Make"

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

And all my childhood memories

Make like a tree and leave

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make