This is a song about "Make"

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

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

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Stored in his mind to make,

We both had dreams of being great

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Of course they all hate

But when we scrap you gon make

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music