This is a song about "Make"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Guess what they got a choice to make

But when we scrap you gon make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Way to much right here is at stake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

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

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

We musically grow unto the world like a fungus

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Or maybe the right choice you'd make