This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

Redbox flow and i do not date

Now move a little bit to the left

Make the mother fucker melt

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

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

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone