This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

All dem niggas gonna hate

Yeah this new town cannot make

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I get my paper, y'all just hate

There’s money to make

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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