This is a song about "Make"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Yeah this new town cannot make

J. cole runnin' late

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

And every new sacrifice that i make