This is a song about "Make"

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Make the mother fucker melt

Your new man got my respect

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,