This is a song about "Make"

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Guess what they got a choice to make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Stored in his mind to make,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Make the mother fucker melt

Hold my tears i tried my best

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