This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Now a nigga got baking to bake