This is a song about "Make"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Make the mother fucker melt

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

All dem niggas gonna hate

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Make it a war, ima make it my own,