This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Be thankfull for every breath you make

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

But when we scrap you gon make

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state