This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

J. cole runnin' late

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

And every new sacrifice that i make

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Make like a tree and leave

Just know that i'm always

Guess what they got a choice to make

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate