This is a song about "Make"

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Make like a tree and leave

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Yeah this new town cannot make

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And every new sacrifice that i make

Our vision never changed, we self made

But when we scrap you gon make

What is it gonna take

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing