This is a song about "Make"

What you call hate

There’s money to make

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Make the mother fucker melt

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Make like a tree and leave

I'm sharper than shark teeth