This is a song about "Make"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Make the mother fucker melt

And every new sacrifice that i make

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Guess what they got a choice to make

What is it gonna take

But when we scrap you gon make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone