This is a song about "Make"

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

And put another half a mil in my bank account

But when we scrap you gon make

I can tell you that this tape

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

There’s money to make

Redbox flow and i do not date

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic