This is a song about "Make"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Make like a tree and leave

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Now a nigga got baking to bake

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Be thankfull for every breath you make

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around