This is a song about "Make"

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

You niggas is ryan leaf

Make like a tree and leave