This is a song about "Make"

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Stored in his mind to make,

When the club gets played

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

No key for release

Make like a tree and leave