This is a song about "Make"

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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

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

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Yeah this new town cannot make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Make like a tree and leave

Not likely like stay long please