This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

So drop the slam and lets get sick

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Stored in his mind to make,

We got young people's lives at stake

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose