This is a song about "Make"

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Stored in his mind to make,

We both had dreams of being great

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Make the mother fucker melt

I practiced till that shit made perfect

But when we scrap you gon make

When the club gets played

There’s money to make

Way too much right here is at stake

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape