This is a song about "Make"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Guess what they got a choice to make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Yeah this new town cannot make

Way too much right here is at stake

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

But when we scrap you gon make

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis