This is a song about "Make"

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Yeah this new town cannot make

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I feel good, i look great

Stored in his mind to make,

No key for release

Make like a tree and leave