This is a song about "Make"

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Stored in his mind to make,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

And every new sacrifice that i make