This is a song about "Make"

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

We got young people's lives at stake

Stored in his mind to make,

Make like a tree and leave

Rideright back to the movies

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Guess what they got a choice to make

What is it gonna take