This is a song about "Make"

Of course they all hate

There’s money to make

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Yeah this new town cannot make

Make like a tree and leave

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Stored in his mind to make,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight