This is a song about "Make"

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Stored in his mind to make,

If i die before i wake

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Guess what they got a choice to make

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents