This is a song about "Make"

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

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

Guess what they got a choice to make

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

They say them colors must be fake

If i die before i wake

Stored in his mind to make,

Im washin off another plate

There’s money to make

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

She self made, i'm self made