This is a song about "Make"

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Make like a tree and leave

And every new sacrifice that i make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Guess what they got a choice to make

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Now a nigga got baking to bake

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