This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

Of course they all hate

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

All dem niggas gonna hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make