This is a song about "Make"

And i ain't never left

Make the mother fucker melt

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

We got young people's lives at stake

There’s money to make

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Guess what they got a choice to make

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Make like a tree and leave

No key for release

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate