This is a song about "Make"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Guess what they got a choice to make

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Make like a tree and leave

We can make more, make babies

Make the mother fucker melt

Nigga i ain't never scared