This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Yeah this new town cannot make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Make like a tree and leave

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes