This is a song about "Make"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

And every new sacrifice that i make

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

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