This is a song about "Make"

And every new sacrifice that i make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Make like a tree and leave

Not likely like stay long please

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

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

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

But when we scrap you gon make